Geddoe was still awake, as he rarely kept a normal schedule no matter what. And, thanks to decades of keeping watch at campfires overnight, he had developed a habit of sleeping light. Either way, he was home and not passed out. Out of armor, even, wearing one of the sweatshirts Zatanna had foisted on him a year prior.
There was a lot on his mind, but none of it was coalescing into clear thought. He knew he and Zelgadis needed to face one another, but he didn't know what would come of it.
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Geddoe was still awake, as he rarely kept a normal schedule no matter what. And, thanks to decades of keeping watch at campfires overnight, he had developed a habit of sleeping light. Either way, he was home and not passed out. Out of armor, even, wearing one of the sweatshirts Zatanna had foisted on him a year prior.
There was a lot on his mind, but none of it was coalescing into clear thought. He knew he and Zelgadis needed to face one another, but he didn't know what would come of it.